Just a b*tch lyrics

(feat. Chyna, Too $hort)

(Chorus 2:)
You little punk motherf*cker do yo thang
You b*tch ass n*ggas won't do a thang
So shut the f*ck up and peep some game from me

(Chorus:)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
BI-ITCH (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
n*gga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH(bi-itch)

(Hook:)
YEAH!,YEAH!, YEAH!, YEAH!
Well get yo hands up, get yo hands up
Got damn it motherf*cker get yo hands up (repeat 2x)
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got damn it motherf*cker throw yo click up (repeat 2x)
Well what you looking at, n*gga what you looking at
n*gga what you looking at, n*gga what you looking at (repeat 2x)
Now what you wanna do, what you wanna do
Got damn it f*ck n*gga what yo wanna do (repeat 1x)
Now what you wanna do (you scared) (repeat 2x)
Well n*gga f*ck YOU, f*ck YOU, f*ck YOU, f*ck YOU!
(Chorus:)
BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
f*ck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
n*gga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)

(Verse 1: Too $hort)
Pour me some Bombay and fire up that pine
Its bout time somebody checked you you b*tch ass punk
I heard you slap ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real n*ggas bring out the ho in you
Us pimp n*ggas get it down hoe
The chin checker all you do is play the role n*gga
You just a actor, won't let a b*tch breathe
If she wanted to yawn
She just a weak motherf*cker so insecure
How come she can't leave home without getting cursed out?
Everytime you get mad you tell her get the f*ck out
Put I told that her, I said its cool
Get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rode her in my caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick n*gga if ya tell me you a player youse a liar
Cause you never be like Willie Dynamite Supafly...
(Chorus:)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
f*ck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk motherf*cking BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
n*gga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)

(Verse 2: Chyna)
Pump, pump, pump, pump
Let no shots
Double Glock Glock
n*gga pop pop it don't stop in that dirty south
Burn up the whole block that's what this here be bout
n*ggas living lowless, n*ggas labeled heartless
Gone see who life the shortest
Regardless this whole world to me is garabage
Trying to reap my harvest
I'm starving, let's live the life of ballin
And still trying to find my calling, and make a change
Look into my eyes, all you see is pain
Look up in the sky all I see is rain
Ain't no sunshine, call me a monkey
But look I got K-9 bloodlines
With P-9's and semiautos
And guaranteed tomorrow
9th ward my burrow
I represent the sc*m's
Ate the crumbs
Now I'm reaching for a new height
Nothing but love and we crew tight
Craving renew sight
Hussle for food tight
Who the dopest on the planet BI-ITCH
Chyna White
(Chorus:)
BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH!(bi-itch)
n*gga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
f*ck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
n*gga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)

(Chorus 2:)
You little punk motherf*cker do ya thang
You b*tch ass n*ggas won't do a thang
So shut the f*ck up and peep some game from me
Now you know to shut yo talk it is a shame
Cause you and yo group won't do a thang
The sh*t that you talking sounds the same to me

BI-ITCH!! (echoes)